Winter,2014
Another wintry
body blow,
Another ruthless
foot of snow,
may finally be enough
to push me off
an icy cliff.
Relentless,
Frigid,
Cold,
Unfeeling-
Numb I'm not
to it's cruel meaning,
Leaving naught
but pain
and lonely
empty yearning hearts
in Blizzard's pass.
I pray
my heart-
and heart's Heart-
can survive
the distance forced
by five sleet filled
unsympathetic counties.
Damn you,
Old Man Winter.
Dante had in mind
a very special place
for you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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